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A D/s dialogue reported --



“Fuck me.”

“No”

“Please Sir, fuck me deep and hard.”

“No”

“I’m so wet – so wet for you.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“Doncha wanna feel it? To check?”

“No.”

“Sir, do you mean no, or not yet?”

“No.”

“Then may I taste you?”

“May you what?”

“May I taste you, please Sir? Worship your cock, Sir, awaiting your permission to take it into my mouth?”

“No. And don’t whimper like that. Begging is encouraged, whining is not attractive. You know, the difference, pet. Beg. Don’t whine.”

“But I waaaaaaaaant it soooooo baaaaaaaaaaad. Please, please. I’m on my knees anyway. You can leave me here, just please, Sir let me take off your pants and take you in my mouth. Pleeeeeease, Please?”

“No.”

“You haven’t kissed me yet.”

“I know.”

“Am I being punished?”

“You know you are, pet. I told you to wear your plug for me, didn’t I? To be ready for me. But I had to shove it into you myself when I got here, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“I’VE HAD IT. CAN’T YOU EVEN REMEMBER TO SAY ‘YES, SIR?’ CAN’T YOU?”

“I can, Sir.”

“WHAT?”

“I can, Sir.”

“Should I tighten your nipple clamps?”

“They are already tight, Sir.”

“But not tight enough to focus your attention – to make you remember your responsibilities, are they?

“No. Oh gosh.”

“Is that my name now? ‘Oh gosh?’ Instead of saying ‘Sir’ you say ‘Oh gosh’. What is this, an elementary school?”

“No, Sir, no.”

“Stop crying. Is this a Sunday school class?”

“No, Sir, no.”

“I have talked to you about the word ‘Gosh’ – its not sexy, its not submissive, its your small-town Midwest hayseed coming out, isn’t it, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And what do you say instead?”

“Fuck me, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, I am taking off my belt, to use it on you, not to give you access to my cock. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Stop sniveling. I’m not going to whip you with it. I going to pull it tight around your neck, like this. Like a collar and leash so I can stand and control you. Is that uncomfortable?”

“A little, Sir.”

“Does it cut your air?”

“A little, Sir.”

“Whose slut are you, pet?”

“Yours, Sir.”

“You feel that tug on your ‘leash?” Good. Stand up and move over to the dresser. Bend over it so that your breasts press against the wood and I can hear when the chain between your nipples slides on the surface. Good girl. Spread your legs, but keep the plug held in your ass. Good girl. I haven’t told you how sexy you look in your white corset and stockings – virginal but sexy. And the heels hold you up beautifully. The way your curls fall over your shoulder makes me want to reach out and grab then like this. And kiss you like this.”

“mmmmmmmmmmmm, Sir.”

“Well, you ARE very wet. And I haven’t even started spanking you yet. Like this. And this. And a couple more in the same red spot. Even wetter. Very nice. But you need you clit pinched. STAY DOWN ON THE DRESSER. Good girl.”

“Ahahaha, Sir.”

“Again and harder?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you my slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And what do you want? Let me tighten this on your neck – What do you want, slut?”

“I want fucked.”

“From anyone? – mmmm, still very wet.”

“No, from you Sir. I want you to fuck me. Just you. Please, fuck me, Sir, please Sir.”

“hmmmmmmmm, like THIS?”

“Oh Gosh, yes, Sir.”

“MMMM, let me turn on the vibration of this plug. Oh, yes.”

“Fuck me, Sir.”

“With a smack, like this?”

“Oh, Yes Sir.”

“Is this what you needed.”

“Yes Sir, I needed you inside me. Oh, fuck me Sir, yes fuck me Sir, oh fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.”

“Cum for me, pet, cum for me.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

“Now that’s my good girl. My very good girl.”





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